Suteki da ne

Saturday, June 04, 2005
1:34 PM

:::::Suteki da ne:::::
My heart was swimming
in words gathered by the wind.
My voive bounded
into a cloud-carried tomorrow.

My heart trembled
in the moon-swayed mirror.
Soft tears,
spilled with a stream of stars.

Words halted by wind are
a gentle illusion.
A tomorrow torn by clouds is
the voice of a distant place.

My heart that had been
in a moon-blurred mirror that flowed,
Those stars that trembled and spilled
cannot hide my tears.

My dream of your face,
that i softly touch,
melts in the morning.

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